After a solid couple of minutes of biting, smacking, pinching, and wrestling around the bed like wild animals fighting over territory—the two women finally broke apart.
They currently occupied opposite ends of the bed, glaring at each other with the intensity of mortal enemies and neither was in good shape.
Carmela's usually immaculate appearance was completely ruined.
Her hair was a wild mess, strands sticking to her forehead and neck.
Small bruises were already forming on her shoulders and arms from where Joy had pinched and spanked her during their scuffle.
Her fangs were still bared, her breathing ragged.
Joy fared no better.
Her seductive outfit—if it could even be called that was completely disheveled. The leather-like material had shifted and bunched in places it shouldn't have.
Her tail, once swishing with energy, now drooped limply behind her like a tired snake.
Her wings were half-folded, trembling slightly from exhaustion.
